Ghosts Came In The Night

The mask is quiet,

But edges slightly closer.

I lift the black sheet up

To look underneath

And invite the black rover.



We’re tasked with giving up,

When our cup has been enough,

And age or disease takes us over.

And we meet our rub.



I library in haste

A cake seasoned to taste

All men left alone in some kind of zone

Legends fail to atone.


Trying to reason with pain

Is like trying to capture rain

Or pretending to see facts

But feeling instead emotions

You’ll never get it all,

Or feel you did it right

They’ll be no one left to haunt you

When we’re all ghosts in the night.

Art / Leaves / Katzenjammers / Xymox

 

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